A romantic story

"Isn't it romantic here?" That's the first question she would ask...

I was returning home from the institution...and was sitting at the front left side of the auto. The wind started playing with my hair, which remained uncut for over four months now...and all of a sudden, the touch of the mid-July wind brought a quick romanticism within me. (Well you'll have to accept real life romanticism is hard to find these days...how many of us go hand in hand with a girl anyway, or sit in the parks or lakes...considering those facts, I somehow prefer these short-time romanticisms)

"I should write a romantic story now" I muttered to myself. The autowalah and the guy sitting behind me looked at in surprise, former for the reason he thought that I wanted to get down the running auto right now, and the latter seeing me smiling to my own in the mirror and taking me a crazy for sure.

"Yeah, right. Enough of worthless dark and wandering stories...they are boring anyway."

Alright then, I thought. It must be a story of a girl and a boy...set in a given situation. As I started walking from the Rashbehari avenue towards my colony...I decided it must be a meeting.

"Isn't it romantic here?" That's the first question she would ask...

Now once again I am in a dilemma. What does the word 'here' mean? It must be a place where the girl and the boy meets...but in order to make it a bit more mushy, I had already decided that the meeting has been fixed by the girl...and so here they are, totally in love with each other while the girl shows the romanticism in the air to the boy who is here probably for the very first time.

But the fact is where can I put this 'here'?

I rule out the possibilities of a local park, lake places, malls, dark corners of the city, restaurants with curtains(read privacy), dark cinema halls, avenues and footpaths in the evening(a personal favourite for kissing purpose for one of my friends, don't ask me her name though). And then I rule out the possibility of a sea-beach. Sea-beaches are more like when you are in a honey-moon, no one gives a girl permission to go with a guy at the sea beach before marriage...that is just a premise to start with.

I thought about myself...where would I take my girlfriend so that she feels romantic? In fact I didn't have any answer to this. To start with I don't have anyone special. Second, even if I had one, I would have taken her to the top floor of the Golpark Ramkrishna mission in the evening just to listen to the evening songs. Well I know its hard to believe and some of you are actually thinking that I will make a worthless boyfriend. But that's the way it is, and I really can't help it. Anyway I decide to move on from my own experiences.

Can it be a shop? Well it could be...provided the fact that there are not much people inside it...and you still have that much of romanticism left within you to utter those words.

I decide it could be a curio shop. The owner of the shop is probably resting at the corner, with dark pair of glasses(you would doubt whether its of use now), every inch of the floor and wall is filled with old stuff, stuff from the century old days...paintings, figurines, more paintings, more figurines, letters written to unknown people, unnecessary stones, necessary stones, old masks- some are from the darkest and most mysterious parts of the world...and more and more to continue. Adding to that we have the smell of a thousands of years' stuff that were meant to be useless by the people of modern society...carried marks of their times of glory in an indistinct manner. To add to the effect I make the weather a rainy morning...now it all set the whole thing up.

"It really is." The boy answers, as he reaches out his hands to hold the girl's hands.

Now this is some romantic. For a guy who was brought up in a hostel, with only exams to appear, discussions of the boredom of everyday dull life and how to give rare lessons to the cunning maharajas in various objectionable ways...writing this sort of romanticism is absolutely unexpected...add to that holding hands in public is one of those things he has hated the most.

But anyway, this scenario was quite different. These people are in complete love with each other. And they must not have known the writer, for their own good, otherwise they would've opted out being hero and heroine for this writer.

The girl leans towards the guy and plants a soft kiss at his lips.

Great man, I told myself, still walking towards my colony. Guess I am quickly becoming a pro to all these love stories...what can be more fascinating if you are being kissed by a girl, surrounded by all those old stuff, as if you two have been there for thousands of years, looking at each other, holding hands and showing love for the other one, with absolutely no one to watch you two, as if you have escaped to a different world, no one around you...just imagine you and your lover to be completely lonely in an island...it is that sort of stuff.

The girl mutters something at the boy's ears...

"I have always loved you...in the happiest of times of our lives, as well as the dark times, when no one was there...you were always beside me, and I love you for the way you are, that you mean the other half of the world to me...promise me that you will be forever with me, and never leave me alone."

Good. Now this is real good. Those who said I was pretty bad in writing romantic lines this is for them. How is it for a change? I certainly hope after all these they will stop criticising me for being a tragic love story writer.

The guy caresses the girl, holds her face with his hands to lift it a bit high, to say a few words...

"My darling, I have travelled thousands of miles, crossed rivers and moved mountains. I have suffered and endured agonies. I have resisted temptation, and I have followed the sun, so I could stand before you and tell you, I love you."

And they kiss again.

I certainly hope you are enjoying this story...a few of you might say that the above line is a bit more mushy type, but as I said before, I am totally in love with these romantic lines now, and no one separates me from this lovely lines...they will come more often now. A few of you want a bed scene right now, for them I must say stop reading, because that is not happening. A few of you are actually enjoying it though.

The boy and the girl keep kissing each other, surrounded by the old curio shop. At outside it keeps raining as usual. The mid-July cloud drenches the two souls, the cold wind touches their face and they become fresh, like a seed set to sprout. It rains, rains and keeps raining outside. Love in the air brings out happiness, a possibility of a new journey to a happier world.


The mobile continues to ring for the third time as the guy gets out of his dreams now.

"Are you coming or what? Remember we have the Group Discussion exam today..."

Oh, shit! the boy thinks, it was all in my dreams? What the hell that is happening to me? Add to that I'll have to appear in the GD couple of hours later. Hell ya!! Why on earth did I dream of a beautiful girl like that?

He gets ready for the college. And a couple of hours later, after a hectic schedule of college and several weird studies of an institution, he almost forgets about the dream.

What an unromantic way to end a romantic story.

Hell of a writer!




July 23rd, 2010

Training day 4

Reached @ training: 10.20 AM.

Irrespective of the fact that I called and told him to keep a seat for me, Sobitri failed to do so...bad for me.

10.40 AM: Stream, streamreader and streamwriter on the slides...

Oh and btw, for the past three days our landline isn't working...so no internet for me...no orkut,fb or mafia wars, and no free download from 2-8 AM. Let's see if the BSNL actually manages to shape up things today.

11.00 AM: Break for 5 mins. A guy sitting in the row of nath, sufal and sobitri rejects to interchange the seat with me...how poor these guys are, really. What would be in their head? Anyway I don't pity on them.

Still haven't found the last two members for the upcoming project...Nath, Sobitri, Sugal and me...this makes only four of us. Desperately looking for the other two. :(

11.50 AM: Trying to replace a file with another. Isn't running. :(

Messed with caps and small. Everything ok now.

Still thinking about the other two members for the project. :( :(

12.54 PM: Still working on three assignments:


1)Extract first five characters from a file.


2)Suppose a file has six lines. Copy the line no. 1,3,5 to a file and copy line no. 2,4,6 to another file.


3)WAP to count no. of characters in a file.

A new assignment comes in as the following...

4)Concatenate two files into a third file.



Filled a feedback form.

I guess this is the end for today. Had a shorter class...from now on this wil be regular case. :)

Its 1.35 PM and we are going home.

July 20, 2010.

Training day 3

Reached @ training: 9.50 AM

New assignment given at 10.10 AM:

1) WAP(console) to convert a temperature from Celsius to Fahrenheit

2)WAP(console) to display Fibonacci series

3)WAP(console) to display the following

*

***

*****

*******

11.25 AM: Fibonacci left, other two done. :)

11.45 AM: Fibonacci done.

sir has left the class giving a break of ten minutes...me typing fluffy words while Sufal vaguely at my laptop. :) Sobitri searching internet with out-of-decorum things...imagine what could that be anyway. Nath studying ASP.NET from the internet. :(

Have I told you I like a girl at the training...I wish I haven't. But the fact is she is cute. And I like her that way.



Took a couple of pics.

Sir is back. :( Why does the break always finish in time??

ASP.NET starts.

Printed 'Hello Writer' in a web page in a much simpler way. :)

Printed 'Hello Writer' in a gorgeous way... :D :D

12.40 PM: A new teacher is going to take over for the lab class. We are eagerly waiting for him/her.

1.15 PM: Designing website...great experience. :D :D

1.50 PM: Designed a web page using own name, learned how to hyperlink between two pages, how to apply button in the cases where used to generate a new web form/page, how to hide a password etc etc.

1.55 PM: Lunch break.

3.10 PM: Back after a heavy lunch.

At this moment when everything is quiet and normal and the teacher from the first day taking the class(apparently, he's more like a cool customer, never being excited, or running down the hall...that is the sort of thing we actually want from a professional guy actually, do what you are supposed to, and let us do what we want to do the most).

3.20 PM: Life cycle of a page is going on the slides...


3.55 PM: Break.

4.03 PM: People are playing MotoGp :( And the sir is back now.

5.30 PM: Designed another webpage for icecream buying...

And that's it for today...

A case of editing...

Edited a few no. of pictures of mine in a casual way with the softwares I downloaded from the internet(downloaded 14 softwares with which one can edit pics). Still finding it tough to get a grab in photoshop. No doubt will love to edit in PS3. Tomorrow have the training, actually looking at the clock one must say it's today, but anyway, that's going to come after a sleep. so that's 'tomorrow'.

Here is the latest pic I edited and made it the display pic('dp' in her terms)in the facebook and orkut .





July 17th, 2010

Training day 2

Training starts @ 10.30 AM

Much to my astonishment, seats are reorganized today and I’m not beside the previous guy. Thank God…was a nightmare anyway. :(

11.00 AM: 1st assignment: WAP to reverse a no.

11.30 AM: Solution:

private void button1_Click(object sender, EventArgs e)
{
int a, b;
a= Convert.ToInt32(textBox1.Text);
textBox2.Text=”";
while (a > 0)
{
b = a % 10;
a = a / 10;
textBox2.Text = textBox2.Text + b.ToString();
}

(‘Click’ is the event that happens when a ‘button’ is pressed.)

11.35 AM: Sir takes a break for 15 mins.

In the meantime we keep taking pictures of ourselves in the web-cams of our respective mini laptops. Bipul, sitting at the next row to me, invited me to take a couple of pics with him.

12.00: Sir is back.

New assignment:

1. WAP for testing whether a no. is prime.

2. WAP to count the no. of vowels in a string.

Since we all are looking at each other, these two must take a bit of time. (btw, have I told you about the building just next to ours’ which is under-construction…just a couple of months or so and they will be ready-to-use, looking up to the sky…with all those glasses and fibers only to prove the eliteness of the sector 5 workers. Considering the fact that we are sitting here, it makes things a bit ironic. Anyway, the teacher has entered, and time to go back to the coding.)

Reminder: I post the codes doesn’t mean I myself do all the codes. That’s just a premise to start with… :)

1.00 PM.

Prime solution: Not available(was careless enough not to save) :(

Think I should spare people giving every code written…

1.30 PM: Sir spares us, for a break.

Lunch break: Bipul, accompanied by me, Nath and Sufal headed towards the other side of the road, where we had the parathas the other day. Well, today became no different either. Five parathas, with vegetable and omlette. Afterwards had tea at another place…not a bad way to have lunch where everything seems to be at a much higher rate.

2.40 PM: C# language and Object Oriented Programming resides in the slides after the break is over.

3.25 PM: Lecture going on code editor, debugger and designer while I manage to take some of my own photos via the webcam. :D :D

3.55 PM: Console application going on. Printed ‘Hello Writer’ :)

Rigorous console. :(

5.10 PM: :( :( :(

After a tiring addition, subtraction and calculator code…may be its time to shut things up for today…not much of left of today though.

5.15 PM: That’s it for today.

July 15, 2010

Training day 1

It is already mid-July and the industrial training as assigned before, started today. Now that I am sitting and writing these words as a calm person sitting in my lone room, after a nice diner, it is very much obvious of soothing words flow down the line of thinking and while penning them…but trust me, I was hassled and turmoiled throughout the whole day, and even a come-back-home through SA couldn’t lower my anger about the fluffy little things of the world.


Alright, it must be formal anyway. So here it goes for the teacher who entered into the class at 12 o’ clock after a tiring changing rooms-sharing laptop-missing name in the group list-oath to help a guy who’s deaf, dumb and blind from the very birth of his life considering his knowledge about handling computer(don’t go by my humor, it literally true, he doesn’t know what does the switch ‘Enter’ do, and what is worse, this is just something to start with). One of my friends(Bipul, to be specific) kept blogging sitting behind me and I kept on commenting. His enthu must be praised about writing stuff that’s happening around. Whenever I felt like taking a 2-mins break from the soon-to-become-boring class and tilted my chair backwards, I found him blogging, and then I would rely on some portions of the human beings who are still human enough not to concentrate on the boring .NET classes…


.NET is basically more like what we did in DBMS or in VB. It has similarities and dissimilarities with any other languages such as C, C++, Java etc. We studied the key features of .NET framework, its components and classes with respect to DBMS components, advantages and applications…

In the practical approach time, we added two nos, subtracted, multiplied and divided(not sure how many did the last three, except me, because I didn’t). Then we checked whether a no. can be a perfect no.(In general a perfect no. is the summation of its factors, like 28).


I left the insti. at 5 PM. Saltlake is horrifying at the dusk. First of all you are a strict non-resident of that place, which makes you an awful stranger which leave you with the only choice of asking people about the whereabouts of the buses. And add to that your destination is a place like IMS, where you know you’ll have to pass 2-3 more hours…this is something beyond words to express. Only slangs can describe your frustration.

And then came the catastrophe. Had a lunatic as a new maths teacher. Oh yes, trust me when I say he’s been pathetic from his youth to all the persons he has ever met…I mean how can a person be such an *******… After a tiring day like this, one doesn’t have an option but to sit and listen to someone’s gibberish and pray to God so that the class gets over quickly. Anyway God becomes generous sometimes.

So in this way the first day at the training passed…one of the toughest and worse, no doubt in that…but think there is still to come… :( Can’t imagine.


Will be posting about the training-thing in the upcoming days…For now, it’s chao for all, and to the lady in violet, its ciao as always.






- 13th July, 2010.